Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.